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"It arrived directly after breakfast," Hamel replied. "It wasn't the easiest matter to get here, even then, for there are only about two trains a day, and I didn't want to borrow a car from Mr. Fentolin." "Quite right," Kinsley agreed. "I wanted you to come absolutely on your own. Let's get into the coffee-room and have some lunch now. I want to catch the afternoon train hack to town."
You know, I dare say, in what a terribly disturbed state European affairs are just now. Well, my friend had an idea that Mr. Fentolin was showing an extraordinary amount of interest in a certain conference which we understand is to take place at The Hague. He begged me to come down, and to watch your uncle while I was down here, and report to him anything that seemed to me noteworthy.
Fentolin, I believe sold it to my father. I expect the place has tumbled to pieces by this time, but I thought I'd have a look at it." She was gazing at him steadfastly now, with parted lips. "What is your name?" she demanded. "Richard Hamel." "Hamel." She repeated it lingeringly. It seemed quite unfamiliar. "Was your father a great friend of Mr. Fentolin's, then?" she asked.
His eyes were fixed upon a black speck at the end of the level roadway which led to the Tower. Only a few minutes before, Mr. Fentolin, in his little carriage, had shot out from the passage beneath the terrace, on his way to the Tower. Behind him came Meekins, bending over his bicycle. Hamel watched them both with thoughtful eyes.
Your dressing-case was opened and the contents of your pocket-book inspected with a view to ascertaining your address, or the names of some friends with whom we might communicate." "Am I to understand that they are to be restored to me, then?" Mr. Dunster demanded. "Without a doubt, yes!" Mr. Fentolin assured him.
Fentolin replied, "until we come to a clear understanding, you and I. You seem to be a harmless enough person, Mr. Hamel but appearances are sometimes deceptive. It has been suggested to me that you are a spy." "By whom?" Hamel demanded. "By those in whom I trust," Mr. Fentolin told him sternly. "You are a friend of Reginald Kinsley. You met him in Norwich the other day secretly.
"It was a most distressing cry," he observed doubtfully, "a cry of fear as well as of pain." "Poor fellow!" Mr. Fentolin remarked compassionately. "I am afraid that for a moment or two he must have suffered acutely. Doctor Sarson is very clever, however, and there is no doubt that what he did was for the best. His opinion is that by to-morrow morning there will be a marvellous change.
Fentolin admitted, "that I have compensations which no one can guess at, compensations which appeal to me more as time steals on. And yet " He stopped short. "And yet?" Lady Saxthorpe repeated interrogatively. Mr. Fentolin was watching Gerald drive golf balls from the lawn beneath. He pointed downwards. "I was like that when I was his age," he said quietly. Mr.
See that they are not alone." The doctor silently withdrew, and Mr. Fentolin promptly glided past him into the room. Mr. John P. Dunster, in his night clothes, was sitting on the side of the bed. Standing within a few feet of him, watching him all the time with the subtle intentness of a cat watching a mouse, stood Meekins. Mr.
What do you make of that black speck?" Hamel held the telescope to his eye and steadied it upon the little tripod stand. "It looks like a horse and trap," he announced. "Good!" Mr. Fentolin declared. "It seemed so to me, but I was not sure. My eyes are weak this afternoon. How many people are in the trap?" "Two," Hamel answered. "I can see them distinctly now.
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